Reeka arrives at the inn, after a night of . . . well. My, my you have been busy boys and girls while I was away.
Moridin: Safe travels. Let us know how it's goes in England. I love England.
Wolfie: I have been meaning to ask you. Do wolves like to have their tummys rubbed like dogs do?
Silver Mage: Did you enjoy your dance with Draconia? You're beginning to worry me with this stuff about you and the innkeeper and "services" provided.
Well, it's pretty early in the day, but a hell of a day already. Barkeep, start pouring the elven wine. You know the old saying, the earlier one starts the quicker one gets drunk!
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Reeka--The Hand of Death
